Estranged night
as I watch this no ordinary night pass by where jeepneys and buses are rushing toward me and passers-by hold each other closely it’s you waving goodbye as if at last the cold breeze of the wind that slowly oh slowly touches our skin simply reminds me of you but does that matter now? it’s the moon who’s behind us watching the two of us acting like strangers lost in dismay I force myself to relax but I can’t imagine myself relaxing at this moment silhouettes of sadness and constellations of pain* trap me in nowhere so that I could not escape from this veracity as I watch you walk on that shadowy trail of indifferent reality you’re bored out of my mind like those people buying that same old kind 50-cent fishball but to the bitter end I realize I’m inapt for this affection *inspired by Angelo V. Suárez’ Constellations (Ruby Rose Cruz) Possibly Related Posts:
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